Feeling blessed

Night passed calmly and next day when everyone still struggling to open their eyes, the brightening rays of the sun eagerly waiting and tried to sneak into the glass windows.

Everett after his work out returned home, from his perfect mascular body sweat was dripping down and with his every breath his carved chest heavily bouncing and with every panting his abs deliberately aligned themselves as if feeling proud with their shell in which they restore themselves.

It was half past six at the morning and after his workout schedule he ran to his room but in between the way of his room, he paused.

Now he was standing outside the room where Jane and his babies were sleeping.

Whole night with the excitement of being father he couldn't sleep but still he was feeling so energetic.

He was called as cold, merciless and king of the hell but behind the expressionless flawless face he had hides many broken memories.